from the window, to the wall
for the past four years i can't see through regret
to the bed, to the desk
to the past four years
and an unresolved death to the afternoon
hindering the rest
to the wall, to the wall
to the window, to the floor
to the the past ten tiers
staring up from my desk
reconciliation used to be a waking smile
arms outstretched
over in a minute
ready for the best
for the window, to the wall
to the desk, to the bed
some reconciliations are simply never met
dear kim rodgers, i thought i would die with you
paula gincorelly, i thought i would die with you
keri catsch, i thought i would die with you
andrea lea cornell, i was ready to die with you
marianna fuchita, i thought i would die with you
dear alexandra clark
i thought i would die with you,
cause i was willing to die with you
as i always planned about dying with you